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Pat Robertson: Mac & Cheese ‘a black thing’

This is beautiful! Smokey Robinson is awesome. The lyrics were on point, and the delivery was also.

Let's all point fingers! We have all been blame for something that we did not do. Why is it so hard for someone to accept responsibility for their actions? I guess it's easier to victimize someone else rather than saying, "hey it was me I did it." When a child  breaks a vase, or the glass dinette table. Mom comes home wondering who did it. Who is the culprit? It is easy to blame it one of his siblings. Every action has a reaction. When a child gets in trouble with the law, or becomes pregnant, society always looks at the parents or the environment that child grew up in. Although the environment and the parents play a big factor in a child life, they are not always the single reason why children decide to do things. Many children were raised in good homes. The mother and father both being present in the home does not necessarily mean that they were raise in a good home. There have been many cases when the mother and father was present that a child still present...

The author is unknown, but this poem is beautiful! Why Did You Make Me Black Lord?      Lord ... Why did you make me black?   Why did you make someone   the world would hold back?     Black is the color of dirty clothes,   of grimy hands and feet...   Black is the color of darkness,   of tired beaten streets...      Why did you give me thick lips,   a broad nose and kinky hair?   Why did you create someone   who receives the hated stare?      Black is the color of the bruised eye   when someone gets hurt...   Black is the color of darkness,   black is the color of dirt.      Why is my bone structure so thick,   my hips and cheeks so high?   Why are my eyes brown,   and not the color of the sky?   Why do people think I'm useless?      How come I feel so used?   Wh...

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     When I graduated high school May 31, 2005. I enjoyed my summer. Then about August 25 I went down to Montgomery, Alabama to attend Alabama State University. While at Alabama State University I made friends and memories that will last with me for a life time.       Around the end of my sophomore year nearing spring break a representative from Walt Disney World college program came to our school. My best friends and I attended the presentation after we preregistered for our Fall 2007 classes. After we attended the presentation, we were invited to an interview. I went to my interview and the representative asked me to come and become an intern at Walt Disney World. I temporarily accepted the position. I called my mother excited as ever. I asked her do she think it would be a good idea if I went. She told me it was an opportunity of a lifetime and how could I even be thinking about it. I thought I would have to be take some time out of school, but she said...

Still I Rise BY  MAYA ANGELOU You may write me down in history    With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt    But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom?    ’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells    Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns,    With the certainty of tides,    Just like hopes springing high,    Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken?    Bowed head and lowered eyes?    Shoulders falling down like teardrops,    Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you?    Don't you take it awful hard ’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines    Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words,    You may cut me with your e...

A Negro Love Song Seen my lady home las' night,         Jump back, honey, jump back.  Hel' huh han' an' sque'z it tight,         Jump back, honey, jump back.  Hyeahd huh sigh a little sigh,  Seen a light gleam f'om huh eye,  An' a smile go flittin' by--         Jump back, honey, jump back. Hyeahd de win' blow thoo de pine,        Jump back, honey, jump back, Mockin'-bird was singin' fine,        Jump back, honey, jump back. An' my hea't was beatin' so, When I reached my lady's do', Dat I couldn't ba' to go--        Jump back, honey, jump back. Put my ahm aroun' huh wais',        Jump back, honey, jump back. Raised huh lips an' took a tase,        Jump back, honey, jump back. Love me, honey, love me true? Love me well ez I love you? An' she answe'd, "...

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       Why is American the only country that defines their citizens by color rather than race. You are either black or white. That color of your skin sometimes determine how much money you make, what kind of job you will have, how far you will go in life, the type of people you date, and so on. Although, may companies state they have s no discrimination clause, and they have equal opportunities, whereas each employee enjoy the same benefits, and are treated the same, there has been many cases where an employer has been bias against their employees because of the color of their skin.          It is naive to believe that things have changed and that everyone in American is treated equally. Though many things have changed and African Americans have came along way, there is still much more to be done to create equality and put forth into action what our forefathers envisioned when they wrote the Declaration of Indep...

Mountains of hope, Platter of opportunity, Screaming for success, Refuting any scrutiny, Can't get over this feeling, Of being watched over by a divine being, So, I let loose of any worries, And jump in with two feet, I've jumped in deep, and brought back whole, I have a friend, I have a foe, But most of all I have a saved soul.

Everybody want to be followers nowadays. Nobody wants to lead. Why is it so hard for someone to take the lead and not want to be a follower. When you see that what someone else is doing is wrong and they continue to get punishment after punishment until that punishment inevitably becomes destined for death. Death of character, death of life, death of meaning, death of being, Just death. A modern day Mary is what I tried to be, Until my emotions got the best of me I tried to teach but she never learned, I screamed at her, but I don't think she ever heard, That I always wanted the best for her, Like me just 10 times better,

Everyone has their own niche, whether its rhyme or using other forms of figurative language. The problem is creating that one work of art that speaks to all. That can be read over and over. When one says stick and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt its hard to believe. Words are the strongest thing ever created. Words are undeniably powerful. When a baby says its first word it brings excitement to the parents. This first word will be the first of many words spoken. The first of many words learned.

Lost, No one knows, The inner, intricate feelings deep down, Craving something better, But like a busted tire on a car-- flat, Cringing at the thought of another personal catastrophe, However, as if it was sequential, faced with another, Lost -- Found-- Looking to God the most divine power, More than what presently I am, The doors are open, I shall enter.

Whew! Thank God that the Casey Anthony trial is finally over. I swear that dragged on forever. I bet people are going to still be talking about it. Wow. Really though! I don't get it. She was a nobody. I mean, who was she? Some little chick from Orlando, Fl. She wasn't Michael Jackson or OJ Simpson. She was some lame girl from Orlando, Fl. I'm in Ohio and they going all crazy for that stuff. People all in the break room at work like, "Kill her," "I think she did," you know how that talk is. I swear I had a whole lot of other things to worry about. Uh! You know hmmm ........

On September 11, 2001 I was 14 years old. I was a freshmen at Colonel White High school. I remember that day. I was in my Algebra I class. Over 95% of the class was not paying attention to the teacher at all. The television was on. I seen it. I seen the planes hit the towers. It kept playing over and over, and then a plane hit the Pentagon. I did not even know what the World Trade Center was. I went on throughout the day not really getting a full description of what really happen. It wasn't because it wasn't told to me, or neither was it because there was little media attention to the whole ordeal. It was because I had little interest. I was 14. After school I always went over my Annie and Uncle Otis house. When I got there is when I realized it was something really happening. It was something that I needed to pay attention to. It was this loud boom that shook the grounds, and I hurried in the house. I asked my mother did she hear that as soon as I walked in. She did to no surp...

I went to the Dayton Book Expo today looking to network with other authors, meet other authors, and learn about their books, and also to get my name out there about my book. The even was very nice. It very well put together, and I thank the vendors, and sponsors to be able to put an event like that together for the Dayton are. We need plenty of positive events like that around.  As I was going around browsing the many tables that was set of very nicely, I was asked if I was a reader or writer many times by the author that I was visiting. I stated that I was an author and introduced my poetry chapbook. The Dwindling of a Once Prosperous City. I did not think I was causing no harm in doing that. About an hour and a half into the program of the the program directors approached me and told me that many of the authors complained about me. I was very polite, and nonchalant so I really did not understand what the complaints was about. He also said that many was wandering how come I did n...